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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.