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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.