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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.