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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nico to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.