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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Q65,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.