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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.