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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.