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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.