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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.