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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.