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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.