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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.