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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.