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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.