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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Human League,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.