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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.