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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.