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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.