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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Technova,
ABC,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.