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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.