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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.