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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Wings,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.