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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.