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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.