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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Faust,
Ludus,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.