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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.