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 Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.