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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.