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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.