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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.