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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.