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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.