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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.