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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.