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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Scion,
Chrome,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.