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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.