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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.