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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.