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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.