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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
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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.