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 Chile and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Gories,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.