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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Names,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.