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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Magma,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.