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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.