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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.