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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.