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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liliput 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Visage,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.