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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.