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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.