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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Can,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.