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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Normal 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.