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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.