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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.