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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.