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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.