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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.