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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.