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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.