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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
10cc,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.