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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.