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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.