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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.