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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Qualms,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.