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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.