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 Iceland and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.