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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.