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 Grenada and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.