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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.