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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.