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 India and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.