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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.