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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
The Move,
Monks,
Pole,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.