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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.