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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.