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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.