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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
AZ,
X-101,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.