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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.