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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Mars,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.