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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.