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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.