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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.