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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
10cc,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Magma,
DNA,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.