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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.