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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.