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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.