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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.