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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.