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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Television,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.