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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.