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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.