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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.