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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Television,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.