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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Index,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.