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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Names,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.