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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.