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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Five Americans 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.