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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.