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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.