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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.