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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.