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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.