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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.