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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Mars,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Wings,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.