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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.