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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.