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 Malta 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.