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 South Africa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.