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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
June Days,
AZ,
X-102,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.