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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.