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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.