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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.