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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.