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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.