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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.