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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.