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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 of Four to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.