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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.