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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.