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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Yaz,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.