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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.