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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.