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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.