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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.