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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.