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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.