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 Japan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.