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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.