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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Crime,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.