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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.