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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.