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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.