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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.