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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.