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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.