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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.