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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Smoke to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.