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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.