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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.