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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.