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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.