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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.