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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.