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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Technova,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.