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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.