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 Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.