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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.