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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.