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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.