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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
X-102,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.