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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.