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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.