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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Real Kids to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.