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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.