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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.