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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.