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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
CMW,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.