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 Moldova and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.