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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.