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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.