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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.