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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.