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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.