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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Model 500,
Scion,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Sound,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.