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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Index,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Mars,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.