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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.