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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.