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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.