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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Doors,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.