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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.