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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Mars,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.