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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.