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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.