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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.