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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.