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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.