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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Pole,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.