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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ronan 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Cluster,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Can,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.