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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.