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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.