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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.