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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.