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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.