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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.