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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.