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 France and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.