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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.