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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.