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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.