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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.