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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.