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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.