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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.