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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.