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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.