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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.