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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.