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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.