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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.