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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Japan,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.