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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.