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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.