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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.