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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.