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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Nas,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.