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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.