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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Skaos,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.