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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.