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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.