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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Y Pants,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.