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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.