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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Make Up,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.