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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.