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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.