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 France and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.