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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Aswad,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.