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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.