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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Halsall to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.