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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.