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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Ronan,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.