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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.