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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.