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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Wire,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
X-102,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.