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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.