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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.