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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
PIL,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.