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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.