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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.