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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Monks,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.