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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.