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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.