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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.