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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.