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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
PIL,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.