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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.