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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 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 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.