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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.