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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.