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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.