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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.