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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.