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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
UT,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.