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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.