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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Infiniti 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?
Cybotron,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.