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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.