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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.