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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.