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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.