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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.