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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.