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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.