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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.