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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.