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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.