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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.