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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.