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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.