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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.