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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.