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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.