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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.