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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Remains 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops 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 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.