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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.