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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Index,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.