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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.