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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.