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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.