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 India and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.