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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.