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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.