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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.