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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.