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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.