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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.