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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.