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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.