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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
X-101,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.