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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Index,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.