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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.