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 East Timor 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.