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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.