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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.