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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.