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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.