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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.