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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.