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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 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 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.