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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.