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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.