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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
the Association,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.