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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.