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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.