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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.