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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.