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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.