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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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?
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.