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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.