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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.