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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.