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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.