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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Fall to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.