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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.