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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.