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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.