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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.