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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
AZ,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.