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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.