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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.