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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.