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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.