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 France and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Scion,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.