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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.