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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.