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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.