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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.