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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.