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 Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.