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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.