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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.