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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.