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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.