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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.