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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Faust,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.