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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Visage,
AZ,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.