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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.