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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.