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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.