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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.