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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.