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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.