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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.