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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.