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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.