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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.