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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.