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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.