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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
JFA,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.