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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.