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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.