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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Index,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.