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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.