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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.