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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.