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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.