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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.