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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.