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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.