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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.