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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.