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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Index,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.