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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Nico,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.