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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.