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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.