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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.