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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.