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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.