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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.