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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.