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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.