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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
PIL,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.