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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.