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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.