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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.