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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.