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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.