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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.