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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.