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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.