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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.