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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.