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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.