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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.