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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.