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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.