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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.