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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
X-102,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.