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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.