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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Index,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.