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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.