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 Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.