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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.