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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.