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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.