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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.