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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.