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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.