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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.