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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.