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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.