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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Can,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.