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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.