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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.