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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.