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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
X-101,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.