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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.