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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.