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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.