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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
MDC,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.