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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.