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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 AZ 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.