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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.