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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.