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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.