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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.