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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.