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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Cymande,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.