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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.