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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.