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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Stooges to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Interpol,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.