Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.