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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.