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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.