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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Symarip,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.