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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.