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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.