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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.