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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.