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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.