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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scion,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
UT,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.