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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.