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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.