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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.