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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.