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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Magma,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.