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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.