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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Scientists,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.