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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.