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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.