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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Index,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.