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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.