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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.