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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Nas,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.