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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.