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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.