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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.