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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.