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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.