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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.