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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.