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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Magma,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.