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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.