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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.