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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Slits,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.