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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.