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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.