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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Scientists,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.