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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Wings,
the Association,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.