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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.