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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.