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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.