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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.