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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.