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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.