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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.