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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.