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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.