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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.