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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.