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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Pylon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.