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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.