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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.