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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.