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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Ossler,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.