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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Roxette,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.