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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.