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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.