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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.