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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.