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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.