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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.