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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.