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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.