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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.