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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Magma,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.