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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.