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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.