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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.