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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.