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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.