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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.