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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.