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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.