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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.