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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.