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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.