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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.