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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Can,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.