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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.