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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.