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 Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.