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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.