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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.