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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.