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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.