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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty 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?
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.