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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.