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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Television,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.