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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
PIL,
John Holt,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.