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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.