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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Pole,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.