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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.