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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.