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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
UT,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Q65,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.