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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.