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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.