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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
UT,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
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.