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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.