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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.