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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.