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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.