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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.