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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Darondo,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.