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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
X-102,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.